He's stalking and begging for reconciliation

Lu Xingzhou can always find out what's wrong with him immediately, it seems that it has become an instinct.

In the past, he never cared about Lu Xingzhou.

The guilt in his heart almost overwhelmed him. After Lu Xingzhou finished his meal, Zheng Qian also swallowed a few mouthfuls of his meal, and then silently cleaned up the dishes.

Aunt Zhang was invited aside by Zheng Qian, and then started to wash the dishes by herself.

After finishing all this, Zheng Qian vaguely felt dizzy. He went back to the room and prepared to take a rest. It was true that the housework consumed too much energy for him. After a while, he fell asleep. The dream was full of strange lights. When he woke up By then, it was already dark.

The feeling of heavy head became more and more obvious, and when he stood up, he almost didn't fall down.

Only then did he realize that something was wrong with him. Zheng Qian walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His face was flushed and his eyes were bloodshot.

He stretched out his hand to probe his forehead, it was hot...

Thinking of the tiredness when I woke up in the morning, it turned out that I had a low fever in the morning, presumably because I took a cold shower last night.

Zheng Qian was a little funny. Is this the retribution from God for playing too much hooliganism?

He found a thermometer and measured the temperature, °, it's not low yet.

He found some antipyretics and swallowed them with water. He lay on the bed and rested for a while before going downstairs. Aunt Zhang was cooking porridge in the kitchen. Seeing him coming downstairs, she greeted him. Zheng Qian was surprised. Asked: "How do you cook porridge?"

Aunt Zhang hesitated, and said falteringly: "Mr. Lu, he...he feels a little uncomfortable, and wants to drink white rice porridge."

Zheng Qian asked nervously, "What's wrong with him? What's wrong?"

"Sir, he... vomited several times in the afternoon, all the acidic water came out, and now he is resting in the room."

"What? Why didn't you call me when something like this happened?

"Mr. Lu told me not to call you."

Zheng Qian was in a complicated mood all the way, brought the porridge that Aunt Zhang had just made, and knocked on Lu Xingzhou's door.

As soon as he entered the door, a sour smell rushed into Zheng Qian's nostrils. Lu Xingzhou lay on the bed, frowning and closing his eyes tightly, with "discomfort" written all over his face.

Zheng Qian put the porridge on the bedside, and gently pushed Lu Xingzhou: "Xingzhou, get up and have a sip, the freshly brewed porridge is very fragrant."

Lu Xingzhou squinted his eyes and took a few sips. Zheng Qian said distressedly, "Why did you vomit like this?"

Lu Xingzhou didn't even bother to glance at him: "It's not that the food you cook is too bad."

Zheng Qian bowed his head and said nothing, just swore silently in his heart that he must practice his cooking skills well in the future. Lu Xingzhou saw through his thoughts and laughed at him: "What are you doing for a living like this? I'll be your president well in the future. Bar."

Yu Yan and Yu Yan ate half a bowl of porridge, but Lu Xingzhou couldn't eat anymore. Zheng Qian didn't persuade him, but tucked the quilt for him, and walked out of the room with the bowl. The atmosphere in the room was inexplicably heavy, and Zheng Qian was about to stay. I can't breathe.

He knew in his heart that the reason why Lu Xingzhou's stomach was so fragile was the trauma left by the previous stomach cutting operation.

It's all his fault, it's all his omissions, even though he cooks so poorly, he still came to torment Lu Xingzhou's stomach.

After finishing everything, Zheng Qian went back to Lu Xingzhou's bed to wipe him. He stayed by the bed and fell asleep while sitting up. In the middle of the night, he was woken up by Lu Xingzhou.

"Why are you sleeping here?" Lu Xingzhou pushed his arm, "It's so hot, do you have a fever?"

Zheng Qian raised his head in a daze: "I'm fine, are you feeling better?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Xingzhou suddenly lost his temper. He pushed Zheng Qian away fiercely, and said angrily, "Go away, what are you doing here?"

Zheng Qian was having a fever, but he pushed him to the ground again, and felt a little bit of grievance in his heart: "I see that you just vomited during the day, I'm afraid you will have an attack in the middle of the night, so come and watch over you."

Lu Xingzhou sneered: "Zheng Qian, when did you become so childish, do you think I would forgive you if you came to take care of me with a fever?"

Zheng Qian was at a loss and at a loss: "Xingzhou, I have never thought about it this way, I am just worried about you."

"Zheng Qian, get out, I don't want to see you, and I don't need your concern." The cold tone pierced into Zheng Qian's heart like a knife. He sat on the ground without speaking for a long time, and finally Zheng Qian got up silently, Said: "I will sleep in the next bedroom tonight, if you feel uncomfortable, come to the next door and call me."

After finishing his sentence, he closed the door and walked out.

As soon as the door was closed, Lu Xingzhou's tears fell, why did he think so, it's just that the habit of many years has long been engraved in his bones.

Every bit of Zheng Qian's goodness is silently trying to keep him from turning around. The things that have been begged for countless times are now in front of his eyes, within reach, so how can he not be moved?

It's just that he didn't dare anymore. The cold experience of these years, every time he dreamed back at midnight, reminded him cruelly: Don't look back!

Today, his eyes can already see most things clearly, but occasionally they are a little blurry.

Lu Xingzhou silently made a wish, he only hoped that his eyes would get better soon, that he would get away from this environment as soon as possible, and that he would pursue his own new life...

Zheng Qian's body is fairly strong, a few pills of antipyretics, and a good night's sleep, when he woke up, his fever subsided.

However, Lu Xingzhou's body is already weak. After yesterday's tossing and thinking too much, Zheng Qian's fever was just right, and he started to have a fever. This time, Zheng Qian stayed by his bedside, but he had no way to catch up. People are gone.

In his sleep, Lu Xingzhou kept talking nonsense, mostly indistinct, and occasionally called Zheng Qian's name a few times, and Zheng Qian heard the most clearly Yu Yan's words: "When are you going home?"

Zheng Qian's tears flowed down instantly. He didn't know exactly what Lu Xingzhou dreamed about, but what was certain was that it must be some memories about the past.

Tears also oozed from the corners of Lu Xingzhou's eyes, Zheng Qian took a towel and carefully wiped it away.

He didn't even dare to think about how he had hurt the person in front of him in the first place, which made him cry in his sleep.

Even if he was by his side, how did this person spend the days and months when he was not by his side?

Lu Xingzhou had been sick for several days with this illness, and the fever did not subside for a long time. Zheng Qian called the family doctor, took medicine, and took alcohol baths, and then his body temperature returned to normal.

Lu Xingzhou was already extremely thin and couldn't stand the torment, and he didn't have a few catties of flesh left on his body due to this illness. Zheng Qian secretly felt anxious when he saw his appearance, but there was nothing he could do about it. Lu Xingzhou's current stomach couldn't even eat , can only drink some white rice porridge every day.

Zheng Qian looked at Lu Xingzhou's appearance every day, and was afraid that he would cause problems. For the first time, he called Ye Jia and begged him to come and see Lu Xingzhou. The matter came.

Even if it was Zheng Qian who invited him over, he didn't have a good face when he saw Zheng Qian. He angrily pushed Zheng Qian away and entered the bedroom. Zheng Qian knew he was wrong, so he came here anyway.

When Lu Xingzhou saw Ye Jia coming, he was so happy that he even drank half a bowl of porridge at night. Although Zheng Qian didn't know what the two of them were talking about, seeing him happy made Zheng Qian feel at ease, and wished he could invite Ye Jia here Stay at home.

Seeing Ye Jia come here often, Lu Xingzhou's condition has visibly improved, even his complexion has become much rosier.

On this day, Zheng Qian was at home with Lu Xingzhou as usual. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He thought it was a call from Su Qi, and it was a summary of his work report.

As a result, as soon as the connection was made, there was a sound of laughter from the other side of the phone. Zheng Qian rubbed his temples with a helpless expression on his face. As soon as he heard such a background sound, he knew it was Pan Yu's call.

As expected, Pan Yu was already a little drunk, and he hiccupped on the phone when he came up. Zheng Qian was disgusted by the phone, and immediately took the phone away.

"Brother, come out for a drink. They all came back recently and want to get together." Pan Yu refused to recognize anyone when he was drunk, calling out "brother" and "younger brother" indiscriminately.

Zheng Qian knew who the "they" he was talking about were nothing more than friends, some of whom he had played with since he was a child, and some of whom he used to drink with.

Zheng Qian almost forgot about this group of people. When he heard Pan Yu mention it, he didn't realize it, and it took him a long time to reply: "No!"

Pan Yu misunderstood the meaning of his pause, thinking that Zheng Qian was afraid that Lu Xingzhou would misunderstand, and knew that he would definitely accompany Lu Xingzhou at this moment.

He deliberately amplified his voice and said: "Oh, Zheng Qian, they are really decent people. I know your situation, and I will definitely not persuade you to do anything. Don't worry, hurry up and have a meal, brothers." Have a good time talking about the old days."

Lu Xingzhou did hear it, but Pan Yu guessed wrong, that is, Lu Xingzhou would never worry about gain or loss because of Zheng Qian, he didn't care at all.

Zheng Qian glanced at Lu Xingzhou, Lu Xingzhou seemed to have a sense, he looked up at Zheng Qian, and said: "Go, I'm fine."

Zheng Qian asked hesitantly, "Where is it?"

Pan Yu was overjoyed: "The old place!"

Zheng Qian finally had his first entertainment in these days, he gave Lu Xingzhou a few words, and then left the house.

When they arrived at the place, the table was full of people, and he was the only one who hadn't arrived yet. When they saw him coming, they all raised their wine glasses to him: "For coming so late, you have to punish yourself with three glasses!"

Zheng Qian didn't refuse, and drank three glasses of wine directly. Everyone teased him for his boldness and let him go.

Except for a few who like women, the rest of them brought companions. Seeing Zheng Qian came here alone, they all asked curiously: "Zheng Qian, why don't you bring someone to play? what?"

Hearing someone mention Lin Mo, Zheng Qian's eyes wandered for a moment. After a few months, he almost forgot about this person.

Seeing this scene, Pan Yu quickly winked at the man, signaling him to stop talking, but the man was short-sighted, and didn't realize that Pan Yu was reminding him, and he was still talking on his own, even Still asking what happened to Pan Yu's eyes.

Pan Yu looked helpless, he didn't know whether this person was really stupid or fake.

Fortunately, Zheng Qian didn't care anymore, he said lightly: "It's divided."

Everyone was shocked: "Divided?"

Who doesn't know that Zheng Qian loves that person to death and life, when he first separated from that person, he was anxious to find someone everywhere, and now he still wants to break up?

Zheng Qian didn't want to say more, so everyone could only restrain their curiosity and guess in their hearts.